I feel alone.
I feel empty.
Without him.
With him.
He does this often.
Coming.
Going.
Giving me food.
Giving me water.
Then he leaves.
And does not come back.
He leaves me alone.
I do not know how much time passed.
Every time.
How many hours?
Minutes?
Seconds?
It is dark in here.
I know there is a door at the far end.
Left side.
Windows are hidden behind wood.
Endarkend.
My world is made up of four walls.
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Romance''I laid in the cold. For last 100 years. And be it a 100 more.'' ----- I used to be freer than the birds in the sky. Now I'm as free as a prisoner. My mind is my only friend, vivid pictures filled of no-memories. Different scenarios I play out. T...
